Rady
Wednesday 20th April 2005

Going on an Empty Stomach

Series: Gensoumaden Saiyuki
Pairing: Genjou Sanzo x Son Goku
Status: one-shot, finished
Rating: mild
Warnings: shounen-ai, kissing
Notes: My one-shot ended up very open ended, but I don't think I'm going to continue it.


"Hara-heta..."

SMACK!

"Itai--!!! Sanzo- why do you always have to hit me???"

"Urusai."

Goku rubbed his head, ruffling his hair back and forth for a good amount of time until his stomach rumbled again. "Hara-"

SMACK!!

"Sanzo!!!" the seemingly-teenage boy stood up in the backseat of the jeep and bellowed.

"Urusai!"

The redhead had fallen asleep sometime during the afternoon, and despite the clamour, he remained asleep. At the wheel, Hakkai had grown used to the bantering although he would sometimes try to keep the peace; however, he had been driving for nearly twelve hours straight now in the desert and didn't wish to aggravate himself any further.

The abusive exchange lasted until they finally arrived at the town of Sansui. Ah what a relief, a quaint little area with a hot spring. Well, an oasis anyway. Ten o'clock at night, after Hakuryuu collapsed into Hakkai's arms upon arrival, the party checked in at the Sansui inn.

"Welcome to Sansui, travelers," greeted an unusually alert teenage girl who stood behind the front desk.

"Good evening," Hakkai responded with a weary smile, approaching the blue-haired lady at the desk. "Do you have four vacancies?"

The girl shook her head but smiled. "No, only two. Each of the rooms have two beds though, is that all right?"

"That would be great, we'll take the two rooms."

As soon as Hakkai said that, the redhead slid forward and took the girl's hand from the table top.

"What about your room, Ojou-chan? Are there two beds in there too?"

The girl sweatdropped noticeably as Hakkai swat away Gojyo's hand all while still smiling.

"Please sign up a name per room, here," she pulled out a simple wooden clipboard from under the counter.

"Hai-hai," the green-eyed man bowed slightly and wrote out his own name in an empty slot, and Sanzo's in the other.

-----

Gojyo ended up rooming with Hakkai, as the other man would simply not allow the redhead to assault the females in the inn. In the room across the hallway, Sanzo quickly busied himself with a pack of cigarettes and the day's newspapers. They were all so tired that they forgot to eat, or rather, forgot to feed Goku.

"HARA-HETA!!!! Goku sat bouncing up and down in front of of Sanzo, his head appearing and disappearing over Sanzo's view of the newspapers.

"Go outside and get yourself something then," the monk replied and took a draft from the cigarette loosely dangling between his index and middle fingers.

"Sanzo let's go get food!" the boy whined.

"Go by yourself."

"Sanzo~!"

The monk was about to have an aneurysm. Of course, the smoking didn't help much, but he didn't care. "Fine fine, what do you want to eat?" the blonde demanded, smacking his newspapers down on the desk and standing up.

Goku's face brightened up and he hopped off his chair, bounding for the door already. "Meat! Noodles too, and meat!"

Sanzo sighed. There was only so much whining he could resist before he either resorted to violence or gave in. The saru did have a point afterall, none of them had eaten a bite in over seventeen hours.

Moments later, Goku had aroused their two other companions, looking disheveled from lack of sleep, and dragged them all to the kitchen, only to find it deserted. No sign of life in the near proximity, and no food whatsoever.

Hakkai and Gojyo glanced suspiciously about the room, checking the empty cupboards for anything at all. Sanzo stood around and stared out into the hallway, and Goku cried for his stomach, frantically opening and closing the refridgerator over and over again. Yet, nothing.

"What's going on here, why is there no food in the kitchen at all?" Gojyo grumbled as he turned some pots and pans over.

"This is certainly strange. I thought something was strange when the only person we saw since we arrived was the lady at the front desk," Hakkai glanced about and looked at Sanzo, hoping for his insight.

Sanzo was not amused at Goku's whining, which was growing louder and more anxious by the second. "If we walked into some youkai's trap, we should have noticed by now," he spoke agitatedly as his temples throbbed from trying to ignore the monkey's voice.

"That's true.. I didn't feel any malicious intent when we got here, but this is sure weird," the monocled man said. "Let's check out the front desk again."

But nobody was there either.

The four wandered the hallways checking for any signs of life, but found none, not even the girl from earlier in the evening. It was nearly two o'clock now, and the boys were too tired to search any further. All the other rooms they checked were locked and nobody within stirred. Although it might have seemed like a bad idea to return to their rooms, they had no other choice. Hakuryuu was dead asleep back in Hakkai and Gojyo's room, and they were pretty much otherwise stranded in the middle of a desert.

Back in their room, Sanzo sat upright, leaning against the back of his bed, trying to stay awake as to avoid any possible ambush in their unpredictable situation. Goku rolled over and over on his bed, trying to soothe his aching stomach by talking to himself about delicious, steaming pork buns and neverending plates of homecooked food.

Finally, his stomach let out an incredibly loud roar that even stirred Sanzo.

"Ha..ra.. he..ta..." Goku sat up and sniffled, his wobbly eyes fixed on Sanzo, pleading for food although there was none.

"Urusai," the blonde grumbled, feeling the acid gnawing in his own stomach. "There's nothing I can do about it."

"Sanzo...." the brunette got off his bed, looking a bit mindless and empty, and staggered over to the monk's bed.

"What do you want."

"Hara-heta," the boy responded, sitting next to Sanzo.

The monk brought his fan down on Goku's head again, only to have his hand caught in midair by a sullen-faced Goku.

"Tch.."

"Sanzo."

"What."

"I want you."

"WHAT?"

Goku didn't respond, and for once, he swiftly pushed Sanzo's arm up against the back of the bed and leaned centimeters away from Sanzo's face.

"Hakkai and Gojyo probably aren't hungry, why can't you feed me too?"

"What are you talking about???" the blonde growled. Never had Goku ever acted forcefully against him, and by God, he would've never thought the boy was so strong.

"It's not fair! They don't have to go hungry but we do! Why? Besides Sanzo, what do you think I am?" Goku's voice sounded a bit watery.

"What are you talking about???" he repeated in the same tone.

"Am I just your pet? Do you respect me Sanzo? Sanzo.. Sanzo.. I.. I love you. Don't you know that?"

The hunger must be getting to his head, Sanzo thought. This was beyond weird, even the empty kitchen and the vacant town seemed normal about now.

Then Goku leaned in and kissed Sanzo full on the lips, lapping hungrily at his lips first then the inside of his mouth. All thoughts escaped from Sanzo's mind except the shock that was ringing throughout his head, yet he did not have the heart to bite Goku. Or reject his kisses.

Goku never imagined anything like this would happen, nor would he have acted out on it anyway on a normal basis, but his hunger was seriously overtaking his sanity. He was surprised as Sanzo slowly but surely relaxed under his grip and kisses. Goku let go of Sanzo's upheld arm, instead encircling his own arms around the monk's neck, and brought the blonde's head closer still.

Perhaps Sanzo was losing his mind too, because he couldn't remember how he ended up in this position nor why he was still going along with it. His senses were overwhelmed by the boy's eager kisses and how sweet he tasted. Sweet, although it was mostly a mixed flavour of meat and flour, but yet a sweet tangy flavour lingered. Sanzo found himself not only kissing Goku in return but doing his fair share of sucking at the other's mouth.

A minute passed although it felt like eternity before Goku broke off their lip contact. He blinked and bit his lip, looking Sanzo in the eyes. There seemed to be no response in his violet eyes.

"Why," he demanded in a low tone, but a surprisingly soft one.

"Because you saved me."

"If you're referring to the stone cage in the mountain," Sanzo paused, hoping the memory wouldn't shatter the boy, "You saved yourself. I was merely there."

"No... You freed me. I can never thank you enough, so I followed you. I don't remember any of my past before you, and I don't care. All I know is that I want to be with you wherever you go."

"And you think that's love?"

"Not exactly, but," Goku sat back down, and looked away from Sanzo's eyes. "I just do."

"Goku.." Sanzo glanced briefly at the door then back at the boy, realizing that he had started crying. "Goku," he reached over and gently lifted Goku's chin to face him. "I know."

Goku's eyes quivered then shut, squeezing the tears from his eyes, and blinked open, looking up at Sanzo's smile. Smile? He hasn't seen that since.. when? He couldn't remember when Sanzo ever smiled at him but it looked all too familiar. The calmness of his slight smile that welcomed him and brought light into his world.

"You.. do?" he inquired slowly, wondering if this was real.

"Yes, baka saru," and he ruffled the boy's hair, making him smile and snuggle closer. "And I you," he whispered.

But Goku didn't hear his last words. He was already too happy that Sanzo understood how he felt, and he snuggled against Sanzo's chest, almost purring like a kitten. The blonde knew that feelings between them needn't be said, but he also knew that Goku needed reassurance. The two forgot about their hunger as they fell asleep wrapped up in each other's warmth.
Rady
Wednesday 20th April 2005

Stamina

Series: Final Fantasy VIII (8)
Pairing: Squall Leonhart & Zell Dincht

Status: one-shot, finished
Rating: mild

Warnings: a little groping
Info: A Game Writing Challenge

(1) Pick any video game that you've played.
(2) Now pick 3 events from that game (Can be from a FMV, cut scene, or ingame scene.)

(3) Now that you have your three events write about what it would be like for a bystander to witness/be involved in said event.
(4) The first drabble can have any number of words in it. However, the second drabble must have less words than the first and the third must have less that the first and second.

Third drabble: [220 words] Prison scene! You know, when I was initially playing that, I had no idea Zell was supposed to run away, so I kept running into battles.. with absolutely no junctions. Talk about freaking out. Okay go read now.



One, two, BAM!


Goddamn! Even without junctions or magic, this SeeD is hard to take down! Shit, if he hits me again before I can attack, I’m going to fall.


One, two, BAM!


Shit!!


The fifteenth prison guard had fallen and still, the prisoner was up and about, running like hell to escape, somehow anyway. Although still conscious, the guard groaned on the dirty concrete and cursed as Zell knocked out three more guards. How many reinforcements was it going to take to capture this blond bugger?


Reinforcements came finally, and right when the martial artist looked just about depleted of energy, some idiot flies in and chops down the remaining of the guards! Where in Hyne’s name did he come from? He just flew in from the center hole a few flights up!


The guard tried desperately to keep his eyes open and shouted for more reinforcements to come, but his voice began to falter. He watched as the blonde crawled over to his savior on his knees and squeezed him around the waist, practically crushing his face into the other’s crotch. Damn homosexuals. Do they have more stamina than us or something, taking so many of us down and still have the energy to cope a feel?



Then his thoughts finally faded into darkness, and he passed out.

Rady
Wednesday 20th April 2005

Upon Speculation

Series: Final Fantasy VIII (8)
Pairing: Squall Leonhart & Zell Dincht
Status: one-shot, finished
Rating: PG
Warnings: only hinting..
Info: A Game Writing Challenge
(1) Pick any video game that you've played.
(2) Now pick 3 events from that game (Can be from a FMV, cut scene, or ingame scene.)
(3) Now that you have your three events write about what it would be like for a bystander to witness/be involved in said event.
(4) The first drabble can have any number of words in it. However, the second drabble must have less words than the first and the third must have less that the first and second.
Second drabble: [393 words] Happens in the beginining of the game, if the scene is ambiguous.


Sigh. Squall Leonhart has GOT to be the hottest guy in this Garden.. heck maybe even all of Balamb!

Standing around in the lobby, Lisa and her friend Cindy gawked at Cadet Leonhart within earshot, perhaps only a few feet away. The girls would whisper once in a while to each other to relay their current thoughts and their tried silence would degenerate into a fit of giggles. It was obvious that if Instructor Trepe was there, Squall and a few other SeeD candidates were probably going to take their SeeD exam soon. Lisa's curiosity made them stick around to find out where they were going before heading to the cafeteria for lunch.

Soon, Instructor Trepe and Squall were joined by yet another candidate, Cadet Dincht, or the Garden's infamous hotdog-loving Zell. The girls watched in wonder as Zell double-takes at being on the same team as Squall before wiping his hand on his shorts and extending it for a handshake. To which Squall declined without even a slight acknowledgement.

"Kwaah he's so dreamy and COOL, isn't he??" Cindy cooed into Lisa's ear.

"Ooh look look, he shot him down!" Lisa replied in a hushed giggle.

"You don't get along Seifer, do you?" Zell tried to pipe up a conversation after retrieving his hand, but Squall still had no response. "Heard he whooped you pretty bad this morning."

This time Squall responded, but in a quiet, icy tone. "We weren't fighting. We were training."

Cindy continued to giggle, but Lisa blinked. Squall really was too cool to be true, perhaps even cold. The petite brunette had an uncomfortable feeling about Squall now, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to share it with Cindy this time.

"I bet you he doesn't think so," Zell made another attempt at being friendly. "Look Seifer's just being a pain in the ass. All you have to do is ignore him."

"That's none of your business," Squall shot back, and maybe he sounded slightly offended that Zell was giving him advice about Seifer.

Maybe it was too few lines to judge by, but Lisa wouldn't second guess the situation. Was Zell hitting on Squall or was she imagining things? She glanced over at her friend, who was too taken by Squall's indifferent mannerism to notice, and pondered about the chances of maybe even guys liking Squall too.
Rady
Wednesday 20th April 2005

Evacuation

Series: Final Fantasy VIII (8), Angelique
Status: one-shot, finished
Rating: PG
Warning: NOT a crossover, but Marcel (Angelique) duplicate appears
Info: A Game Writing Challenge
(1) Pick any video game that you've played.
(2) Now pick 3 events from that game (Can be from a FMV, cut scene, or ingame scene.)
(3) Now that you have your three events write about what it would be like for a bystander to witness/be involved in said event.
(4) The first drabble can have any number of words in it. However, the second drabble must have less words than the first and the third must have less that the first and second.
First drabble: [453 words] I hauled in Marcel (and his bird Chupi) from Angelique by pure brain crack. Just came to me during class, as I was writing it. Cognitive Psychology does no good for fic writing - causes crossovers. The scene, by the way, happens when Solomon's Tears (Point?) cracks loose and Lunatic Pandora soars over Esthar, if you can't figure that out.


It was about as normal a day can get in Esthar. At least it started that way. President Laguna was very good at keeping peace in the city, and the citizens were thankful, not to mention the myriad of stores in the shopping center. Marcel wandered about from store to store, enjoying what seemed to be a normal day off from tending the gardens of the Garden Palace. Today, he would stop by the Bookstore and get a copy of Pet Lovers volume four. He would read it over dinner while Chupi, his blue bird, would sing him an evening song, and then he would go to sleep early before returning to work the next morning.

It was then that the entire foundation of Esthar shook, no it felt bigger than Esthar. The short ponytailed blonde clutched his basket and fell to his knees in the General Store as the other store occupants all panicked at some level. Discarding the potions and remedies back onto the counter, Marcel quickly dashed outside the door to see what was going on. Everyone outside had stopped what they were doing and were gazing skyward to the east.

"What's going on?" He inquired a bystander with earnest blue eyes, only to be redirected by a pointing finger towards the sky again. At first Marcel didn't notice anything different from the normal wiring that hung over the city, but then he finally saw a huge tower looming the sky over the far east of the city that was slowly, but surely, inching towards them in the west quarters. Within a few minutes of staring and silence, alarms rang off with Doctor Odine's frantic voice.

"Evacuate zee area! Pozzible destruction of zee city! Evacuate to zee nearest exit pozzible!"

Everybody who had heard the announcement stood still for what seemed to last a few minutes when reality was a mere milliseconds, then panic broke out again, this time multitudes worse than before. Frantic people running knocked Marcel to the floor, and nobody bothered to help him up. His mind raced as his shoulder hit the cold floor, should he go home and quickly gather his essential possessions? Did he have enough time to get home and still make it out of the city in time? Ducking aside of trampling feet, the teenager finally picked himself up and started running in the direction of his home in the eastern quarters of the city. Was this the end of his beloved city? He certainly wasn't the type who could fend for himself for long outside the bounds of the city, with the assorted monsters waiting outside, and he didn't have anyone to left except Chupi. What was to become of him?
Rady
Wednesday 20th April 2005

A Car

Notes: It was an english assignment from high school, which is to write an extended metaphor of a memory. It's a memory, actually, sort of. No I didn't smash my head into the window but it certainly fits the purpose of the assignment.


I sat cautiously in the backseat behind the driver. The right side naturally, right? My two cousins and I had run into the car to hide from the bone-chilling cold and still we shivered. They laughed rambunctiously and suddenly the car pulled out of the driveway. Destination: one block around the curb, from party to cousin's house. Single smooth backup jerks at switching gears, plunging forward into the ominous night. Their laughter haranguing my ears, Safety First! Shivers run down my spine and course back up my throat; an exasperated gasp escapes. Accelerate STOP accelerate. The seatbelt keeps me safe within a thirty degree angle. I dig my palms into the edges of the strap across my torso, trying to sit up against the velocity. Swing to the left and my head smashes into the window; I recover. Accelerate swerve STOP. The numbing cold enters my body anew, from the tips of my toes, fingers, nose, and tongue. I smooth out my hair and free myself from the cramped space. Once outside, I reach with a finger from my huddled figure to wipe the sheet of frost coating the slanted rear windshield. The glass is smooth and icy like silk, and a bead of water leaves my fingertip and accumulates into a slithering puddle gliding down the clear rigid surface. A silent splatter on red metal.

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